thank You

An Easter poem by Brandon Anderson

all alone i was, stranded

in a world of hate and scorn and contempt,

searching desperately for reason to live,

and You came along and picked me up.

new hope, new life You gave to me.

i was newborn, i trusted You, i loved You,

but then they stole You from me, ripped my heart out.

they spit on You, they scorned You, they lashed You,

they thrust a cross upon Your shoulders.

and i, i stood silent, motionless, peering

through the fog, unable to move myself to relieve Your pain.

they struck nails through Your body, through my heart.

they hung You on a cross, You breathed Your last,

and i flung myself at You, too late to serve, to aid Your cause.

lost again i was, hopeless without Your guiding hand,

and i wondered where You had gone, why i had just stared,

and my life no longer had meaning to me.

from a whimper to a sob to a wail, i wept

for three whole days, my heart mangled without You.

and then You returned, restored to life for forty short days,

but left again, leaving me only a vow,

“I will be with you always.” and i,

i prepared myself for more hurt, more loss, more destruction,

but then i saw You, still right there at my side,

never had You left, with me the whole time.

and then i realized that You would not leave me, ever,

and i understood that You were mine,

would be with me for all of eternity.

thank You!

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